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You love me more than I love you.
That's why I feel so bad.
But if I love you more than you
love me, I would feel sad.
Between my guilt and misery
I'd rather be the first,
and learn to see much more of me,
more like what you observed.
That's why I feel so bad.
But if I love you more than you
love me, I would feel sad.
Between my guilt and misery
I'd rather be the first,
and learn to see much more of me,
more like what you observed.
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Having said that, the 'I' in this case appears to introduce another dimension of love, and that is self-love. How can one fully love the other if there's a lack of self-love?